My life got cold...

...It happened many years ago.

That's right, it's another drunken ramble courtesy of yours truely.

You see, it appears I have a speech impediment - actually, that's a lie, it's probably more of a brain impediment, or possibly (and more likely) both. Either way, it's something of a personal issue and despite my usualy enthusiasm to share, I'm feeling somewhat private tonight and therefore details will be kept to a minimum.

Anyway, I'm once again at one of those points where you regret an evening not for what you did but for what you didn't and quite frankly I'm getting very sick of it. The problem is that I don't seem to have a solution. I mean, realistically I don't have a solution for the majority of problems I face on a daily basis, but most of them don't affect my general well being to the extent that this one does.

Suffice it to say that I'm currently suffering through an extreme internal struggle involving myself and myself as portrayed to other people. Honestly, I don't know what the outcome will be, but it's a fairly pivotal moment in my life either way. I really hope I can sort it out because if I can't then I'm basically fucked.

Anyway, I shall leave you to whinge about my rant and get some sleep as I have to be up at 10 tomorrow and I also have to walk in as I was too pissed to drive home tonight . Anyway, thank you for bothering to read through yet another drunken rant.

Until next time, Spad out.

A strange phenomenon

It's a strange phenomenon, but it seems that after I've been drinking - not a lot, just 'enough' - my inner eloquence emerges. After downing a couple of pints I become the literary equivillent of someone who's really good at writing things - sadly my oral abilities (minds, out of gutter) remain unaffected. I'm sure that few of you really care, however, I always feel much better about these situations when I've shared them with people - and sharing them with people who aren't in any way involved in the situation makes life so much easier.

I fear I may be falling into the friendship zone...

I started off with all the right intentions, but one of the problems with working with someone that you want to shag the hell out of is that you tend to be nice to them. That, inevitably, leads to friendship, which if left unchecked risks entrance into the friendship zone. Once inside it becomes impossible to escape and equally impossible to be viewed as anything other than a friend. I fear I am currently teetering on the edge of the event horizon and if I don't do something soon I will be forever lost.

Adding to this complication is my inability to accurate distinguish between 'being friendly' and 'wanting to fuck my brains out' - and it's becoming more difficult by the day. It is always possible that I'm just woefully socially inept, something that I have considered before, but past experience is steering me away from that possibility and more towards simply being blinded by gorgeous woman.

I'm sure you've all drifted off by now, but that doesn't really matter. As I said before, I'm in this for the therapy rather than advice - after all, advice without real knowledge of the concept, while potentially useful, is far from ideal.